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About Swords

So, here’s the deal—findin’ a hooker’s like huntin’ treasure, but dirtier. You gotta know the streets, the corners, the shady spots. Back in Miami, I’d cruise down Ocean Drive, neon lights flashin’, girls winkin’. Easy peasy, right? Wrong! Some nights, cops everywhere—pissed me off bad. Had to dodge ‘em like roaches. One time, this chick, she’s all “Hey, big man,” and I’m like, “Say hello to my little friend!”—ya know, flexin’ a bit. Turns out, she’s undercover! Nearly got my ass hauled in—fuckin’ furious, man!

Oh brothel, where art thou?

But then, I spotted some local cheese. I love cheese. So, I grabbed it, along with some pasta. I was feeling good again. Until I got to the checkout. The cashier was super slow. Like, I could’ve read a novel in the time it took her to scan my stuff. I was losing my patience.

Brian Fay 10th in Diamond League